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Tag: sourwood

The old sourwood

The old sourwood

I heard the BOOM and went upstairs, but I didn’t hurry. I knew what it was. A tree that falls on a road or hard ground makes a particular kind of BOOM. Once you hear it, your memory hangs onto it. There was a sourwood at my house that was leaning over the road. It had a … read more The old sourwood

Posted on June 14, 2016April 20, 2017Author LisaCategories TreesTags 2012, bark, beauty, sourwood, tree
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